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[cloudling]

Willow Contraire || Hunter || 17

Mood: Happy
Talking To: Ryder
Action: Talking

Willow scented some movement a bit far off. She was a Hunter, after all. Hunters scented stuff like that. That's why they were chosen to be Hunters; they had keen eyesight, smell, and hearing. A good Hunter would always know what was going on around them, but Willow was kind of slacking at the very moment, letting her mind drift to what it would feel like to be a cloud. She licked her dry and cracked lips, wishing anything in the world that she could have some chap stick right now. Oh well, they were getting better each day. Now you could barely even see the cracked parts of her lips. Plus the fact that licking her lips hid it even more. No, Willow Contraire was not obsessed on how she looked, but she hated chapped lips so much, she would do anything to get rid of them. Not to mention that she hated the taste of blood. There was a rather gentle breeze that swept Phionex, Arizona, and it ruffled Willow's hair and tickled her mind. Where did wind come from? Did it just appear there? Or was it just one of those things that were just there? Hearing Ryder's greeting snapped her back to reality where she was laying on the soft grass and gazing at the stars through a gap in the many trees. "Good. You?" came the reply in the semi-darkness. She knew Ryder was there, observing her for a long time, but it didn't really bother her. She saw him come into view when he gazed down at her as she laid on the ground, observing the stars. Though Ryder probably didn't know it, he must have thought she was just being crazy and laying on the ground for no apparent reason. But there was a reason, but some idiotic people just couldn't recognize it.

[cloudling]

(Eh...too lazy. xP))

[gizmo,]

(( *Gasp* You're trying to outdo my post <.< ))

(( Posting. ))

[cloudling]

((Lol no. It's just a bunch of random junk. >.>))

[gizmo,]

(( Make a guy! Please??<3 ))

Ryder || Fighter || The Flock

A chuckle escaping, a spark inflaming, Ryder smiled down at Willow. I've been better.. He admitted to her, quite honestly if he did say so himself. After a moment of more staring, awkward silence, and heavy breathing, though not from either of them, he sat down next to her. He crossed his legs, leaning back on his hands. With a roll of his shoulders and soft sigh, Ryder turned his head upward, while saying softly So what's so interesting about the clouds? A small smile played at his lips, as he continued to see beyond the clouds, even beyond the stars, to what lay beyond. His mind reeled at the thought of unknown species and beings.
Suddenly pulling himself back to reality, his dark green eyes fell upon that of Phoenix, Arizona. He quickly glanced at Willow to see if she noticed his space-out, though he had doubts that she missed it. She was a hunter after all. Blushing slightly, an embarrassed smile tugged at his lips. Chuckling slightly, though awkwardly, he gazed around at the landscape. It was quite beautiful, though it did get a little over rated at times.

It gets quite boring, doesn't it? He asked her abruptly, referring to the land of Arizona. A smirk appeared, his eyes once a saddening aurora, now bright with humor.

(( Sorry....had some WB ))

[cloudling]

Willow Contraire || Hunter || 17

Mood: Happy/Content
Talking To: Ryder
Action: Talking/Gazing at the sky

Willow laughed lightly at Ryder's response. It wasn't weird for her, though, because Willow was the happy and bubbly kind of girl, though she could be serious and mean at times. Awkward silence. It was what was happening between the two teenagers. The seventeen year old hunter looked over to see Ryder sitting beside her, though they were spaced out by at least six inches. Clouds? Ryder thought she was looking at the clouds? Well, she was partially looking at them, but more at the stars. You couldn't see them like this in New York, where she was originally from, so Willow decided that she might as well enjoy it while she could. "I'm actually not watching the clouds. But I am...kind of. If that makes any sense. But anyways, I'm actually focusing on the stars. Since in New York, you can't see any stars, and here, in the middle of nowhere, you can. So yeah. But I think they are pretty." Willow explained to Ryder, not taking her gaze off of the sky even when she was explaining. Spaced out, Ryder was. She knew it. Ignoring his blush, she closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. "Arizona? No." she replied, finally getting up. She heard her waist crack and she winced. "Ah, stupid bone. Why do you always have to be messed up?" Willow muttered to no one in particular.

[cloudling]

((Noooooo. Later. I shall have a guy by the end of January. I can't right now since I haven't been doing my HW, mainly keeping up with RP's...^^"))

[gizmo,]

(( By the end of January? :O ))

Ryder || Fighter || 18 || The Flock

Immediately understand what she meant, Ryder nodded quickly, in understanding. He, too, had lived in a city so packed and full of lights of their own, it blocked out true nature. I know what you mean. I lived in Chicago, so I never got to see the lights. He chuckled a bit at the memory, of the crowded streets, constant honking, cursing cab drivers. His now intense gaze stared up at the stars shining bright in the ever darkening sky; he was aware of Willow standing up.

His gaze flickered to her when she heard her mumble to herself about pain. His eyebrows knitted in confusion, then concern. Are you alright? He asked her softly, standing. He strided over to her before she could answer. And don't tell me you're fine, because I know you're not He told her roughly before she had a chance to reassure him with false information.

(( So...my muse just ran away from me. Literally. It's hiding from me. ))

[belle noire]

{ FFF... Uhm. This weekend I'm off to my grandparents. But when I get there I should be able to post. Sorry C:}

[cloudling]

Willow Contraire || Hunter || 17

Mood: Happy
Talking To: Ryder
Action: Talking

Willow smiled and nodded. Chicago. She had been there before...with her mom before she died, just like her dad. "I lived in New York City before I joined." the seventeen-year-old Hunter said, remembering the loud horns, mean people, and the route she would take everyday. Blinking back into reality, Willow raised a blonde eyebrow up as his gaze landed on her. Yes, she was aware. Sighing as Ryder pushed her about telling him what was wrong, she ran a hand through her loose blonde hair. "I have a joint problem or whatever. If I stay in a position for too long, then my joints get stiff or something and they crack." she explained as if it were no biggie. It really wasn't. She had never stayed in one position for so long before.

((@Sorina: Okay. That's fine. :3))
((@Shawty: Yes, by the end of January...or February.))